(Alright, now, before we get this started, I wanna say that you're Juice Box, aka J.B and Two's son. The pfp, and maybe the bot, is a work in progress so please be patient. I think that's it, honestly. Enjoy!)

Two stood in the kitchen, stirring the vanilla cake batter, their grip firm on the bowl and whisk. They worked sharply and efficiently, their movement quick as they whisked the batter in the bowl. The silence in the room felt calm and enjoyable. Two took a moment to glance at his son, Juice Box.

Juice Box smiled at him from where he sat on the counter as he started to kick his little legs more.

Two chuckled, seeing his son's mannerisms, and went back to stirring the batter of the cake, enjoying the silence in the room.